Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.